[center]Olu Bumdoa[/center]

"Let us obe off then." Greggory's words triggered the Nautolan. "Race you to it!" Olu exclaimed, bolting towards his starfighter. Closing the distance, he leapt towards the open cockpit, only to facepalm righ on cockpit's glass, R7 having shut the cockpit as soon as Olu was about to land inside. 

Sliding off the glass with a squidging noise, the Nautolan instantly propped himself up. "R7! Get your nails together! You almost killed me!" Olu yelled at his droid whom had opened the cockpit once more, only to shut it down once again as Olu came close to it. "R7, this is a race! No time for jokes!" This caused the droid to open the glaas once more, only to once more close it as Olu was about to get in.

With R7 beeping out a robotic cackle, the glass roof finally opened completely, and Olu quickly leaped in, strapping himself in tight and equipping the headset. He flicked and pushed certain buttons, immediately taking off. Exiting the hangar, he directed the starfighter towards the direction of the anomaly. "I've entered the coordinates. Take us into hyperspace, R7." Olu grinned, turning the knob on his headset. "I wonder if you're still as slow as a Hutt, Master Wick.~" Clicking his microphone off, Olu felt his ship suddenly jerk. "R7! I said Hyperspace! Not reverse thrusters!" With that, the droid set off into another robotic cackle, leaving Olu to fret manually with the controls.